After having had enough of being overcharged for not-so-fresh ingredients, I plucked up enough courage and energy to hit the wet market in the vicinity. Gabe, of course, has to come along. I've tried the one within walking distance from home, and one that's three train stations away.
Whatever happened to grannies and housewives dragging their grandkids/ kids along to the market? I was the only person with a kid, and this kid and his pram were taking up much precious space. Most of the time I was trying to get through the human jam, and ensure that wherever I "parked", those little hands won't go touching its surroundings only to find their way into his mouth again. With women occupying almost 85% of the market population, I sure didn't get a lot of sympathy maneuvering around the place.
Do you hear the bell signaling the end of Round One?
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kids these days - so unlike the times when WE were kids man... remember how cora jie used to FORCE me awake to go market with her... then again, its cos of the paranodial of me staying at home alone...
Mama used to carry us to market and carry all the groceries back home too... there was the Onion Man.. the Pork Man.. the Fish Man... the Char Siew Man...
lol. good times.
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